#Yippeee‼️‼️‼️

[fire-emblem-birthdays]

Man, it's crazy how fast time flies! For the 5th anniversary of the release of Fire Emblem: Three Houses, and my introduction to this wonderful franchise, I'm gonna hold another art raffle!!! This will be the same as the first one I hosted: You enter by interacting with this post! Anything that adds a note will count and you can get up to three entry 'tickets' by commenting (only one comment will be valid per person), reblogging, and liking! Following me won't count as another entry into the raffle but it's still very appreciated 🙏

Whoever wins this raffle can choose between an profile icon or chibi art for their prize! I'll draw OCs or canon characters, Fire Emblem or not! I'll contact the winner on 31st and the prize art will be posted to my main account but reblogged here. Thank you all so much for creating such an amazing community and here's to many more years of Fire Emblem!!!

[theevenprivaterblog]

[lazycranberrydoodles]

Can I see hualesbians. Please. They are everything to me I’ve read every fic in the tag and if they lose I need some consolation

so i cheated on these and did them in procreate !!!! cause!!

[blackkatdraws]

Things may have gotten a bit... heated.

video format of my response in the Glue Trap Aftermath Chain

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

holy shit im so poetic

"i look into their eyes. my, coffee like brown into their, ocean like blue. scared and helpless meet concerned and determined. they run their skinny, pianist fingers through my frail hair."

also sneak peek fir my almost finished fic 😨😨

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

ju izvini našla sam razlog zašto

:D YIPPPEEE 💥‼️💥 yeah anons cannot send images 🦑

THE WAY YOU COLORED STARS HAIR IS SO DELIGHTFUL IM MUNCHING ON IT💥 GOSH I LOVE IT SO MUCH 🦑 like it reminds me of acrylic paint with how it’s so layered and yummy 💥💥‼️

THE OUTFIT AND ACCESSORIES IS SO M.J‼️Everything about this is so delectable ‼️

[sirompp]

jughead(2015) panel redraw 😁😁😁

(original panel under the cut)

[kkolg]

Just checking - is it ok if I draw catified versions of the MedicalMalpractice duo :0

:O

omg that’d be so cool‼️‼️

I’d love to see it so u could @ me :D

Edit: any fanart is appreciated :3

[ochako-uraraka-kin]

ATE..?

[hat-guy-official]

Ur now a goober

This has got to be insulting. Why am I smiling??

[ritzcrackee]

guys what if i wanted a love that fell as fast as a body from a balcony. what then

[egg-salad-0000]

Jumping for joy rn. LOOK AT WALLY‼️‼️‼️❤️💛💙❤️💛💙❤️💛💙

[synthbug]

HI I'VE DECIDED TO TALK TO YOU NOW BECAUSE UR COOL !!! I REALLY LIKE UR TAGS BTW THEY'RE ALWAYS SO FUN AND MAKE ME SMILE!!

YIPPPPIIIIEEEEEE UR SO COOL AND I LOVE UR TAGS AND POSTS TOOO!!! STAY SILLY AND WEIRD FOREVER

[mainfaggot]

DIAL 999 IT'S A GOOD TIME KEEP BUMPING THAT

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

Tommy closes the door to the hotel room, twisting the lock as an afterthought.

It’s dark outside — at least as dark as Las Nevadas can be. He can see the moon high in the sky from his window and mobs peeking out between the canopy of the forest, deterred by the bright city lights.

The hotel room is dark, too. Dimly lit by lamps and barely-open offshoot rooms, just enough to keep any skin-crawling at bay. The clock is ticking above the door. 11:50, four seconds. Five seconds. Six seconds. Seven.

He put his bag down on the bed, unzipping to dig around in it. It was a very… well-loved, to say, backpack. A shoddy dark-blue dye that still stains his fingers if he touches it after washing his hands, fraying at the edges, beaten and dented pins along the front, and stuffed to the brim with odds and ends of his life.

Call it paranoia, but after exile, it gave him comfort to know if he needed to run, he could have all his necessities on hand at any given time.

He wasn’t looking for a change of clothes or a trinket bag this time, though. This time, he pulled out a box. Nothing special — just laminated thin cardboard with an order number scrawled on the top. A box, a lighter snatched from Wilbur, and a loose, slightly-crumbly, small candle.

11:55.

Tommy zipped his bag back up and moved it to the floor instead. He didn’t need it right now.

One good thing about Las Nevadas hotel rooms was that every one came with a small kitchenette. Very small, of course, but it was there. Complete with a countertop — the surface that Tommy had moved to and put his box on. Food coloring was annoying to get out of white sheets, so he didn’t want to eat on the bed, and the desk was too close to the window. He didn’t want to set up by the window. Anyone, even Him, could’ve come up through the window if they really wanted to.

He shoved down a tremble in his hands.

Instead, he focused on opening the little box.

It wasn’t anything special, really. Just a nice little treat Tommy had begged his favorite bakery for when he saw it in the window. Swearing up and down he’d pay for it once he had the funds, he’d make up what it would’ve needed, anything, as long as he could take it that night.

The baker had grumbled and caused a fuss, and absolutely quoted Tommy a price way too high for a simple little treat that he’d have to pay back eventually. But in the end, Tommy had gotten it.

A slightly stale apple-pie cupcake. Whatever that meant. It had looked delicious was what mattered.

11:57.

He took a breath.

He put the candle into the frosting, in the center of the lovely little apple-slice circle garnishing the top. He lit it, and the room felt a little less dim and dark. A little less lonely.

The past year had been equal parts the best and worst of his life. He’d spent his last birthday in exile, gifted items by Him that would eventually either hurt him or be taken away as punishment. Fed berries and fruit that was just slightly too rotted, sweet just to the point it was sickeningly so, and— and just in case he had been considering leaving Logstead, wither roses.

He loved using those to zap away Tommy’s energy to leave.

Ashy, awful, sharp. Sometimes the flavor was sweet, too, but often it was just ashy, awful, and sharp. They’d turn into sulfury tar in his throat, congealing and thickening enough it would be hard to breathe past them until he was done, trembling, too exhausted to even think of going anywhere. Begging for company past his tears, begging Him not to leave him alone again, not while he was like this.

And feeling indebted, somehow, when He would stay with Tommy until he fell asleep. Like how Wilbur used to.

But he’d gotten away from Him, too, since his last birthday. He’d died, of course. Died and came back. But so had Wilbur — his brother had come back, and came back to him, too. He got Wilbur back, for better or worse. He made up with Tubbo, even, and became part of that family.

Quackity became part of his daily life. It had been so, so long since Tommy had an adult who didn’t want to see him worse.

If Wilbur had to choose anyone to stay in their lives, Tommy was glad it was Quackity. Quackity and Wilbur were both fucked up but at least they were both too stubborn to leave. Or change, for that matter.

Tommy had even found someone he wanted to keep in his life, too. After plenty of… internal turmoil, of course. But he wanted Tubbo to stay — and the most unbelievable part was that Tubbo wanted him to stay, too.

It had been three hundred and sixty four days and twenty three hours. A lot of time, especially with how fast things could change on the Server. And things still weren’t perfect. But it was so, so much better than it had been a year ago.

11:59, fifty six seconds. Fifty seven. Fifty eight. Fifty nine.

He blew out the candle, and the room fell back into its dimness.

[nblemons]

if we r mutuals u WILL send me ur art so i can rb it and hype u the fuck up ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️